Gordough - Rawthentic

Yeah
Losoul
Gordough
Man I get to the bag
I ain't sweating a check
They really be pressed
Got my foot on they neck
They asking for more
Like I ever give less
I'm making uproars
While they getting upset
Running the floor
They hitting the bench
Mac 1 in my lungs
My hand up her dress
Tell me give it a rest
I'm on to the next
She beg me to leave
I show her the steps
Don't ever act like I'm vexed
I'm focused on being the next
The first, the last, the best
Yeah, you know where to place your bets
Heart on my sleeve like the family crest
I'm playing it close to the vest
Laugh to the point ain't no air in my chest
Machiavelli the prince but I'm keeping it fresh
Sound the alarm
Gordough in this bitch
Got the world in my palm
They claim I was gone
Man I just been home
Working from home
On the porcelain throne
Been dropping napalms and smoking so much
Shit stink like a skunk
Yeah it stink like a skunk
Take a shot of Patron
I'm back in that zone
I roll up a spliff
I fly to the sun
To make sure that it's lit
No wonder I got them inspired
You never met nobody higher
Original style, I'm bringing the fire
We lit in this bitch like it's Cinco de Mayo
I promise I'm gonn make it
Hand on the Bible
You give me a shot I'll take it
Hand on the rifle
I'm moving in silence with killers and psychos
I'm not even like those
They just happen to go wherever I go
On my body like my clothes, yeah
Jackson, Jordan, Tyson
I got moves like Michael
No matter how you slice it
I'm still your idol
Round of applause
For being the illest to do it thus far
You could look at my scars
See the pain in my heart
Know that we not too far off
Yeah
I'm trapped in my head
They tell me I'm great, but wish I was dead
Yeah it got me upset
I'm sick of this shit, yeah I need a reset
Give me Henny and sex
I promise it's not gonna help
If you just throwing the neck
Make me taste your regrets
Sell me ya soul fore I rip it
Straight outta ya chest
I'm liable to stress
Don't bother with me cause
My life is a mess
Still picking up pieces
Still playing the chess
Collecting the checks
My movements are slurred
The lines I been sipping
Got my vision blurred
It's time we convene and concur
Leave suspicion aside, Rest assured
Gordough is the king
Gordough rules them all, no longer a pawn
I stepped in my zone
I'm out of they reach
They shoot for the stars
Yeah find me on mars
Fronto my spliff when Outlet was gone
Akumi got rich
It's crazy how he envisioned this shit
Big coin off of little bits
Yeah, we can't get enough of this
All of the nights we were suffering
We loaded up, yeah we buffering
Hate all this pressure
I stare in the mirror
Ignore my reflection
The answer to any and all of the questions
Hard not being gassed when you
Leaving them breathless

Written by:
Diego Gonzalez

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